symphonies exploding in the sky | elio

[Pteron]

and since you’re the only one that matters,----------------
----------------tell me: who do i run to?

The air that lifts his mane and ruffles the feathers of his wings is cold, but it brings with it the smells of fresh water and thawing earth. Spring will be here soon, it promises. Pteron shakes his head, breathing in the air even as he pulls his wings tighter against himself for warmth. They have spent almost the whole of the winter here, secluded in the forest. Soon it will be time to break away, he knows, to go somewhere better, somewhere warmer.

They will wait for the snow to melt, Pteron has decided. It will be easier for them to travel on foot without the hazards of bad weather, especially with his lover’s increasingly delicate state.

For now though, they remain in the woods. Pteron has left Aegean working on a particularly pretty world where the sky was filed with stars even when lit by the noonday sun. The sky that Pteron walks under is not well lit at all, thick grey clouds hiding what would otherwise be mid-morning light. The whole world here feels clammy and dull, and the dun stallion kicks out at a black elm, pivots, and cracks a thick branch on a young redbud with his extended front hooves. That brings at least a thrill of adrenaline, and he begins to move forward again when he feels the soft rise of the hair of his mane that means he is not alone.

He lowers the foot he’s lifted to move ahead, and searches the nearby woods with his olive eyes. He hears nothing, smells nothing, but still…

“Hello?” he calls out. “Is someone out there?” The question is curious; Pteron is neither a proud nor fearful creature. Still, there are dangers hunting Beqanna, and Pteron is not as apt as he might have been to humor what might just be a child playing a game of hide-and-seek.

@[elio]

-- pteron --